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His exposed chest distracted Marina. She began to run her fingers over the carving of muscle there, aware he was bending down toward her, bracing his hands either side of her on the bed.
“No one will come near you again,” he whispered with firmness. “No one.” He pressed his lips to hers, swallowing anything she might have wanted to say in retort.
His hands were the next to go wandering. They started with her legs, lifting the skirt of her gown. That simple touch to her thighs had her trembling with excitement, thinking of the strength in those hands, then he untied the gown and pulled it over her head, breaking her kiss.
She was ready to reach up to him when he flipped her over on the bed. She yelped a little in surprise then understood why as his hands went for her corset. He fumbled with the laces but managed to get it undone before he took her hips and urged her to kneel on the bed with her hands on the mattress. It gave him the room he needed to lift the corset from her.
“James…” She felt a wetness pooling between her legs, longing for his touch. He must have understood her quiet plea, for her chemise was lifted beyond her hips, so it fell about her waist. With her facing away from him, she wasn’t prepared for what he was going to do next though she loved it.
His hands found her center. Unlike the times before when he had pleasured her where he’d given her nips or touches to her thighs to show he was coming, this time, he moved straight to the point. His fingers slid to her core, finding the wetness there before he began to pleasure her. He played with a pleasurable nub outside of her first, and when Marina was panting, finding herself rocking her hips gently back toward him, his fingers entered her.
The depth of his fingers in this position had her breathless, increasing that rocking action, just wanting to be nearer to him.
“God, Marina,” he muttered, and the sounds of his boots and trousers falling to the floor followed. “Impossible to resist.”
The words baffled her, but she didn’t have chance to ask what he meant. His fingers left her core, and he took her hips, rolling her over so that she was flat on the bed once more. Lifting the chemise from her, he exposed her body completely.
Any nervousness she might have felt being exposed to him was soon lost, for he placed kisses down her body. He started with her bruised neck, those kisses gentle and sweet, then they passed down the center valley between her breasts, growing firmer. When his lips found one breast, that kiss grew so passionate, taking her areole into his mouth, that she arched off the bed toward him.
The heat she had imagined consuming her body before had erupted now. She rather imagined it like the fire in the grate in the side of the room, roaring, impossible to put out.
“James, please,” she begged, not wanting to hold back anymore. She longed to know what it was like to give herself completely to him.
He understood and lifted himself off her. One of his hands took her knee and lifted it high, exposing her core to him, then he lined up his length with her entrance. That nudging feeling made her pause, her breath halting in her chest with sudden nerves.
“Trust me?” he whispered, turning his lips down toward her. When she nodded, his lips flickered into a small smile, and he bent to kiss her, his body entering her own.
At the feeling of being breached, there was sudden pain. She froze, her hands clinging to his biceps.
“It will pass,” James whispered between his kisses. “I promise, the pain will pass.” He stayed still for a minute to the point it frustrated Marina. The longing was impossible to deny, even when she felt pain. One of her hands slid from his bicep to the lower part of his back, and she pressed into him, wanting him to move.
He moaned with pleasure then lifted himself off her lips, bracing his hands suddenly down on the bed either side of her as he began to rock their hips together. The intensity of the pleasure had Marina’s legs lifting high around his hips, shocked by how deep that thrill rocked her body. With each thrust James made, it grew to the point where she was panting.
Her hands could never lay flat. She found herself exploring him constantly. As he pressed into her, she sometimes reached for his bicep, other times his back, urging his movements on, then she’d reach for the covers beneath her head and grip them hard, giving her the purchase that she needed on the bed to rock her hips back into his own.
“Ah, Marina,” he managed between moans. His kisses went back down to her breasts. That dual sense of pleasure had her body almost beyond control. Unable to stay in one place, her head thrashed from side to side as the moans fell from her lips.
Reaching down with his hand, he felt that nub outside of her, just above their connection, and he began to rub it softly. It was a strong contrast to the fervor with which he was entering her with his own body. The strong thrust and that soft touch were the things that sent her over the edge.
This time, the pleasure that shook her body came so fast, she wasn’t even sure what she did in the build up to it. Did she cling to his shoulders? Maybe the bed?
All she knew was that his name fell from her lips as her hips bucked one last time. Her body clamped down around his own, eliciting a much deeper moan from James than had escaped him before. As she panted, coming down from that high, he continued to thrust. Above her, his head had flushed red, and there was sweat beading on his chest. She drew her hands up to his chest, her fingers exploring him. He looked down at that touch then his face contorted as he thrust into her one last time.
A warmth spread between them as he finished with her. Marina shot her eyes down, knowing exactly what it meant for a man to finish inside her. It meant they risked her ending up with child. The thought had her smile growing before James dropped down over her, his tall frame bending over hers as he tried to catch his breath.
“That was…” James apparently struggled for words as he chuckled, distracting himself with kissing her.
“More than I could have imagined it to be,” Marina confessed, wrapping her arms around his neck. She wanted to ask him about the passion with which he had made love to her. Was it because of fear for her that had made him so intense? Yet the words didn’t come easily to her lips.
“Nothing can happen to you, nothing.” James’ words answered her question regardless. He didn’t leave her body but stayed within her. It urged one of her legs to come up and wrap itself around his hip, clinging to him. “Please, Marina, I know it is mad to ask you to stay inside, but for now, will you do it?”
He rested his forehead against hers. Marina could have denied him, but she did not wish to. The fear on his face was making his brow crease, and she wanted him to be as happy as she was at that moment. Lifting her hands from his body, she placed them on his cheeks.
“I will stay here,” she assured him, her voice soft.
“Thank God.” He bent down and kissed her lips. It began gently, but Marina couldn’t control herself. Her other leg lifted higher, wrapping around his hips, wanting to know more of the excitement they had just shared. He growled into her, his body pressing hers so that their connection made her sensitive spots sing with pleasure.
“James,” she murmured eventually.
